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Book: Promise You
Author: Fabiola Francisco
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance (Spin-off of Rebel
Desire & Memories of Us)
Release Date: May 1st
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Synopsis
I’ve had my eyes set on her for months. The gorgeous
brunette captured my attention when I first saw her and stole my heart when I
met her.
Making it in the music industry has taken its toll on me,
chipping away at my confidence and patience. The one thing that keeps me going
is having Reese by my side. I’m determined to show her how good we can be
together, even if she continues to pretend there’s nothing between us.
One night changes everything, giving me the only thing I’d
want more than a career in country music—her.
Excerpt
“You look beautiful.”
“Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself,” she winks and
orders a martini. “Do you want a beer?” She turns to look my way while the
bartender waits.
“I’m going with whiskey tonight.” Reese raises her eyebrows,
and I chuckle. “Need something stronger than beer if I’m going to be standing
next to you in that dress all night, darlin’.” The bartender bites down her
smile, watching our exchange before making our drinks.
“Dex,” she warns.
“Yeah, I know.” I raise my arms, palms facing her. “Just
friends.”
“Yeah,” she sighs and grabs her martini. Once I have my
drink, Reese links her arm with mine, and we make rounds. “Isn’t this amazing?
One day you’ll have an event like this, I just know it.” Her encouragement is
welcomed at a time like this when I feel like I may never get to this point in
my career.
“Yeah, maybe.” I don’t miss the defeat in my voice.
“Hey,” she stops walking, pulling me to her by the arm she’s
holding. “You’re really good. One of the best I’ve heard in a long time, and I
don’t just say that because you’re one of my best friends. I mean it. I’ve been
surrounded in this industry since my brother was playing in Riot, just like
you. I know how hard it is, I’ve met musicians in the past. Your voice is
unique.”
“Thanks, Reese.” I lift a shoulder, wanting to drop the
subject in a public place.
“I mean it, Dex.” I nod in silence and look away, pretending
to take in the atmosphere.
The live music starts, singers congratulating Rebel Desire
as they perform a couple of songs. The fans go wild for all the talent spending
their evening with us.
“Dance with me,” I grab Reese’s empty glass and place it on
the bar. Everyone else around us is dancing to the music, so there’s no excuse
that people will talk or get the wrong idea.
Just when I think she’s going to refuse, she puts her arm
around me and begins to sway to the soft music. For a minute, all is right in
the world. The worries of making it in this industry, the envy of not having
the success others do, it all fades away the second Reese wraps her arms around
me and moves to the beat.
I may have fucked around a lot in my life, but after meeting
Reese and spending time with her, I’m sure I’d never want anyone else but her.
If only I can make her see how good we’d be together.
I remember the first time I saw her, weeks before I actually
met her. She was at Riot, laughing and drinking with friends. Her laugh reached
me through the crowd, drawing my attention to her. Her confidence danced to the
rhythm of the song I was performing. After that, she’d come in on her own some
nights, and I’d watch her while I sang songs she could’ve inspired.
Women like Reese, hell, there are no other women like Reese.
She’s in a league of her own—gorgeous, funny, and independent.
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